Im running late again the booth is dim
And it is cold and me, Ill miss this place
Im in a sentimental state
While running late trams forget to stop
And everythings in boxes
Pact up stamp to go but who knows
So Im running away running too late
Running to stay
Maybe Ill stumble upon a magic wand
A treasure a rocket a place to belong
A place to belong
Soon the street lights
An orange glow the cab speeding
As I go so long a quick goodbye
Before I change my mind
So long a quick goodbye
Before I change my mind
So long goodbye, oh oh
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